𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚗- ᑕ0ᗰᑭᒪᗴ丅ᗴ

ch 6: sunny

"Come on, Daddy, it's a 'Welcome' dance. You said you wanted me making friends at this new school, but you're keeping me trapped at home-like--."

"Like your fourteen and way too young to be dating?! I--"

"Was dating Mom when you guys were like three, but I'm too young?!"

I heard my mom telling my dad I had a point as I ran out of the room, heading straight for mine upstairs.

After slamming my door and flinging myself onto my bed, I grabbed one of the many stuffed turtles Tristan had given me over the years.

I looked at it and shook my head, before tossing it across the room and crying for what felt like hours.

It was probably only a few minutes, but soon enough, there was a small knock on my door and I turned to see my Mom peeking her head in.

"Sunny Jaymes..."

"Look, Mom, I'm sorry... but, Daddy is always gonna treat me like a little kid."

In the back of my mind, I knew I was upset because it wasn't just my dad treating me like a child.

"Trust me, Sunny Bunny, he knows you're growing up."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to face my headboard stubbornly.

"Don't call me that anymore, okay? Tristan calls me Bunni..."

"I know..."

My mom paused and I felt a dip in the bed as she sat down.

"He actually got it from your dad back when you guys were little."

My eyebrows knit together in curiosity as I turned back to look at my mother.

"He- He did?"

"Yup... and you hated it."

I stared off at the turtle, now on its back, in the corner of my room, and I thought about Tristan and all the years he's never seen me right in front of him.

"Is that what this is about? Did something happen with Tristan?"

"Don't worry. Nothing's happened with Tristan and nothing ever will."

I chuckled softly to myself before rolling back over, slipping under my covers so I could pull them over my head.

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